The Beginning of the Relationship 2
At her words, Han Pan carefully placed his hand on her ass.
Mi-ho tensed her hips hard, and the firm muscles of her solid buttocks bunched and clenched tight, sending a sensation like solid stone into his palm.
"Whoa~! Mom, that's no joke!"
Han Pan slowly kneaded her ass, and the rock-hard firmness was even more impressive than he'd expected. In that instant, he found himself imagining what it would feel like to bury his cock between those cheeks—and at the same time, he could feel the blood rushing straight to his dick.
Flustered, he hastily pulled his hand away and stood there awkwardly. As if she both knew and didn't know what was going through his mind, she slowly turned toward him and spoke.
"Let me feel my son's muscles too… Turn around…"
"Huh?"
At her words, Han Pan turned around. In that moment, he felt his mother's hands settle on his own ass, firmly kneading and squeezing.
Mi-ho's heart fluttered at the strong male ass muscles she hadn't felt in so long. Her friend's words about how young guys were the best came back to her. And when she imagined her own son having sex with women, she felt herself growing wet down there. Sensing the wetness, she hastily withdrew her hands.
What am I thinking? she scolded herself, taking a deep, steadying breath before turning and heading out of the home gym, speaking to him as she went.
"Mom needs to get ready for work now… Clean up after yourself, then wash up and let's have breakfast."
Watching Mi-ho suddenly make her escape, Han Pan casually angled his already half-hard cock—which he couldn't quite get under control—in the opposite direction and replied.
"Yeah…"
Back in her room, Mi-ho carefully closed the door, locked it, and quickly stripped off her sports bra and leggings. Her body was slick with sweat from the workout. But when she felt the wetness seeping from between her legs, she was flustered—and the fact that her own son was the cause of it left her deeply confused.
She turned and faced the full-length mirror. A perfect body looked back at her. It was a beautiful figure anyone would fall for. Her breasts held a perfect rounded shape, her nipples slightly stiff and erect, and the line flowing down from there—the narrow waist paired with those rounded hips—was a body that was downright fuckable, she thought.
Mi-ho turned fully toward the mirror and looked at herself. Between her thighs, her plump pussy lips jutted out thickly. Feeling just how lewd her body was, she slowly lowered one hand and brought her fingers to her wet cunt—and silvery droplets clung stickily to her fingertips. She brought them to her lips and tasted lightly. A musky scent hit her nose as a bitter-sweet taste touched her tongue.
A trembling sensation ran through her entire body. Guilt washed over her for seeing her own son as an object of desire—but at the same time, an equally intense pleasure overwhelmed her, and all the desire that had been building up felt like it was exploding.
"Crazy bitch…"
She muttered the words under her breath and slowly lay down on the bed. Then she spread her legs wide, and her wet pussy was laid bare in the mirror. It was an obscenely lewd sight. Lifting her head to look at the glass, she gazed at her fully exposed cunt, brought her fingers to it, and began to finger herself. Her lips parted, her tongue slipped out and licked across them. And with her breathing growing rougher, she began rapidly rubbing her clitoris. Her mind filled entirely with the image of her half-naked son from just moments before.
Han Pan finished his shower and came downstairs to the living room. In the kitchen, Park Miho was preparing breakfast with So-jo helping her. Mi-ho and So-jo were wearing comfortable house clothes, yet even those did nothing to hide their slender figures.
Han Pan found it somehow strange to be living under the same roof as beauties like these. After spending every day surrounded by muscle-bound men, suddenly landing in this kind of paradise—and the way his gaze toward his older sister and mother had shifted into something he'd never felt before—left him fairly unsettled. But he decided to accept it to some degree and just enjoy it. Being somewhat true to his instincts, he figured, was the starting point of a healthy life.
He stepped into the kitchen, greeted So-jo brightly when she spotted him, and looked around for something he could help with—but they just told him to sit down at the table. Soon a simple breakfast was set out, and they began to eat.
"Han Pan, it's Friday—got any plans today?" So-jo asked.
"Hmm, I'll probably just stay home… Why? Gonna hang out with me? Maybe… I might call some friends and catch up…"
"Going back to school in the fall?"
"Uh… I don't know… Still thinking about it…"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I kind of want to work, but… I can't find anything that fits, so I want to figure out what I should do… My major isn't exactly interesting either…"
"Haha, okay. Or hey—want to come by where I work sometime?"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, come hang out at the agency office~! I'll introduce you to the boss and ask if there's any work… The boss knows a lot of people, so finding you a part-time gig in this industry should be easy enough!"
Han Pan nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll let you know if I feel like it later… Today I just want to rest at home."
Mi-ho spoke up.
"That's fine. You came all the way on a plane—you must be tired. Take your time thinking… Mom will look around too if there's anywhere you might work."
Han Pan tilted his head.
"What about interning at Mom's company? I like cars too…"
At that, Mi-ho thought for a moment before answering.
"Hmm… Making a spot for you wouldn't be hard, but… wouldn't people figure out pretty quick that you're my son? There'd be eyes on you, and it'd be awkward. If you're interested in cars, I can introduce you somewhere else—that's fine too."
Han Pan rolled his eyes thoughtfully for a moment and decided she had a point. Other people's gazes were something that made him deeply uncomfortable.
"Yeah, Mom's right… I'll think about it for now."
"Okay, okay."
And so they finished their meal. When So-jo finished eating, she cleared her dishes, said she'd be home a bit late today, and headed out. Mi-ho cleared her own dishes as well, saying the housekeeper would handle the washing up later, and disappeared into her room. Han Pan finished what was left of his food and returned to his own room too.
Sitting at his computer, browsing communities and reading various interesting posts for a while, he eventually heard the click of high heels approaching his door and sensed Mi-ho coming. Soon a knock came, and when he turned his head, his mother had opened the door and was peeking her face through the gap.
"Son, mind if I come in?"
"Sure."
Watching her carefully step inside, Han Pan let out an inward sigh of appreciation. Her pale cream blouse looked like it might let her bra show through at a glance, and the violet skirt that just passed her knees clung tightly to her—every step revealing the silhouette of her thighs without filter. Everything was covered, and yet it only accentuated her figure even more—it was no joke. No—it was a style only possible because a voluptuous woman like her was wearing it. A little less flesh or a little more, and it wouldn't work. An ordinary woman would struggle to pull it off. On top of that, her elegant, refined air made her seem even sexier.
Entering the room, she slowly approached Han Pan and said,
"Staying home today?"
Han Pan glanced at the high heels that seemed color-matched to her skirt and replied,
"Yeah, I'm just going to rest at home all day…"
"Oh, really? Then Mom will come home early."
Then, after a brief hesitation, Mi-ho said,
"Does Mom look okay?"
"Huh?"
"I mean today's style…"
Without hesitation, Han Pan stuck up a thumbs-up.
"Mom looks great in anything."
Mi-ho pouted her lips slightly.
"Pfft… Don't just say that—look properly… Mom needs a real man's opinion if she's going to start dating again…"
"Is that so? Hmm… Then first, turn around once for me."
Han Pan stood up from his seat and looked at her with a fairly serious expression. Watching him, Mi-ho slowly turned a full circle in front of him.
Instinctively, Mi-ho could feel Han Pan's sticky gaze—and it didn't feel bad. On the contrary, the fact that her attractive son was looking at her body with that kind of sticky gaze, taking interest in her, pleased her immensely.